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I Loved You

Alexander Pushkin (1799 - 1837)

I loved you;
even now I may confess,
Some embers of my love their fire retain;
But do not let it cause you more distress,
I do not want to sadden you again.

Hopeless and tongue-tied, yet I loved you dearly,
With pangs the jealous and the timid know;
So tenderly I loved you, so sincerely,
I pray God grant another love you so.

...one moment I m gliding along...the next moment I m standing in the rain watching my life fall apart.......tính liên tục của sự sống và tính không tránh khỏi của cái chết....